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The Bosses of Me

When they tell you your life will change when you become a parent, they weren’t kidding. In fact, it really isn’t your life anymore, it is now owned and operated by your new boss, your child. That’s right, you have just given birth to your boss.

I have two bosses who are now 5 and 3 years old. They are erratic, often they do not agree on strategy – or who can use the pink bowl, they can be aggressive and they yell…a lot. They are very demanding and have high (and sometimes unrealistic) expectations, they don’t pay well, but the benefits are extraordinary.

My bosses have changed every aspect of my life – they have changed my alarm settings to an ungodly hour, have allowed for an increase in the laundry quota by 10-fold, have made it acceptable to watch only Peppa Pig while I do my work out and have integrated cheese into every menu item I serve. I thought about forming a union, fighting for my rights, but after thinking about it long and hard, change is good, right? Actually, it is amazing, and I love cheese so I really can’t complain.

On the other hand, my bosses LOVE me, which is a total ego boost. They have confidence I can get the job done with minimal support, although they are known to follow me around, even to the bathroom. They are really easy on the eyes, which forgives most of their shortcomings and they have been known to give the odd bonus, which generally comes in the form of a few scribbles on a piece of construction paper, but they are worth waiting for. Occasionally, they accept some of my advice…very occasionally, because they believe they are always right.

I could not think of a better job, being a parent. It has been the most fulfilling and important career I could ever imagine. Sometimes I need a little reminder of that…especially while I am tackling mountain laundry.